As the heat eludes me
I see things that i cannot desifer
I hear words, but i cannot listen
Is this reality?
...
I don't know if these are poems. I think they are just thoughts or even definitions.)
Existence. I Don'T Know, I Just Don'T Know.
As the heat eludes me
I see things that i cannot desifer
I hear words, but i cannot listen
Is this reality?
-If this is existence, I do not want a part
In this moment my conscience wavers.